Go for it all you Freud / Jung types.

We are at a galley opening in a small industrial space. The gallery is empty except for an orange extension cord plugged into a low 8’ sheet rock ceiling. A small crowd is milling about waiting for something to happen. I ask someone to grab a fire extinguisher and for Tim to close the front door.

People run as a small explosion opens a 4’ x 4’ hole in the ceiling where the cord was once plugged in. The hole reveals the inside vertical brick shaftway. It runs about 20 feet straight up and then becomes dark. I’m standing under it looking at the smoke from the explosion and small blue sparks rise up the passage. I feel content as to how the sculpture turned out.

Later in the dream, I’m at a larger gallery. The floor of the gallery is covered by large maze composed of yarn. No one is in the space except for a yarn-costumed guard, who leads me to the center of the maze. In the center of the maze I kneel next to Vito Acconci who is lying on his back completely covered in orange and yellow yarn. permanent link to this post